Lacey:

The heels of Lacey's knee high black leather boots made soft clicking noises as they made contact with the pavement. Walking down The Strip, the blinding neon lights of the casinos threatened to reveal her motives. Gratefully she turned the corner and let the shadows of the alley engulf her.

She gave a disgusted look as she passed by an unconscious drunk, slumped against the side of the building.

Her sights lifted as she spotted her target. It wasn't her first choice, but being an easy car to break into it would have to do. She eyed the yellow Volkswagen Beetle warily repressing the urge to gag at the memories of her ex boyfriend. She examined the car for an alarm, certain she wouldn't find one, before removing the tools she required to pick the lock out of her bag.

The satisfying click of the final tumbler reached her ears and she quickly yanked the car door open. She slammed the screwdriver into the ignition and gave it a good hit with a rock before turning it and listening to the soft purring of the engine as it came to life. A smile crept its way on to her face as she put the car into gear and drove onto the street before making a right to head out of town. Phase one complete, she congratulated herself.

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Tyrone:

A jolt quickly brought Tyrone out of his slumber. He tried to sit up and immediately hit his head on the door of the trunk. Hard.

Memories began to resurface as he tenderly rubbed the now growing lump on his forehead. Hazy pictures danced in his mind, the only clarity being that girl. Damn it! He mentally shouted. He could possibly be the most stupid celebrity in history.

He remembered refusing the offer of a bodyguard from his agent and later escaping the watchful eye of the one he'd been assigned regardless. He was beginning to regret his actions from earlier that night.

After spending a short while chatting with a girl who seemed to be ravishing his attention he decided it was time to leave. But she offered to buy him one more drink and he just couldn't resist. How could he have possibly known it was spiked?

So now here he was, captured by a girl and lying trapped in the trunk of her car travelling to who knows where. He was going to be in a world of trouble once his father found out what he'd been up to.

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Lacey:

Lacey finally allowed herself to relax when she reached the city limits. She previously thought she heard sounds coming from the back of the car, but quickly dismissed it as her nerves.

She could tell by the contents of the handbag in the front seat that the car belonged to a woman. Miss Julie Somers to be exact. She was surprised to see that the lady's picture on the drivers license looked an awful lot like herself. If she didn't know any better she would have thought they were sisters. It might come in handy, she thought to herself.

Rubbing her clammy hands on her designer jeans she decided to turn on some music to calm her nerves.

Plugging her iPhone into the complementary audio attachment she set her music on shuffle and slowly let herself relax into the drivers seat. There was a long drive ahead of her and she had to pace herself carefully.

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Tyrone:

He knew something was wrong the minute he heard the muffled female voice singing along to a Bruno Mars song.

Not that she was a bad singer, she was actually pretty good, but from the hazy memories he still had from last night one thing stuck out from them.

From the small talk he had with the girl before she kidnapped him, he learned that she hated Bruno Mars with a passion. One of his songs had been playing in the background of the bar while they were chatting and she was quick to admit her disdain for the music artist.

She was also quite hasty in telling him that she 'totes adored' all of Tyrone's own songs and spent most of the night complimenting his achievements. That is, before she went all crazy and spiked his drink then kidnapped him.He face palmed at the memory of it all.

After almost a whole hour (he had no way of knowing the time for sure) of staring into the darkness of the trunk, he decided to let sleep overtake him. At least he'd have a clearer head by the time he woke up and that is when he would formulate his escape plan.